Evil Spawn: besides, you should feel honored to have me by your side, helping you check the never list off
Me: Honored?? More like nauseous
Evil Spawn: I feel so much joy inside me knowing only I can cause that reaction in you
Me: Whatever helps you sleep at night whacko
Evil Spawn: believe me, you do ;)
Me: Disgusting. Bye West.
Evil Spawn: Dream of me, will you?
I roll my eyes at my phone.As if.
11
Many Death Wishes
The next day, I wake up trying to feel optimistic despite the fact that I’m going to spend the summer tolerating West in my favorite place in this town.
I’m stepping outside the gate, ready for work, when an awful but beautiful black motorcycle passes me, and it isnotquiet. It was like whoever was riding it was doing it on purpose.
“Stop making noise, you moron!”
I get to the library grumpy and throw my things on the table.
“Is everything okay, Maddie?”
“I’m just grumpy. Some idiot with a motorcycle made sure to make extra noise with it!” And it looks like the sound came back. “Listen! He came back! The nerve!” And then the sound stops abruptly. Finally.
West enters the library with amotorcycle helmet. Yougotta be kidding me.
It maddens me even more how good-looking he is holding that piece of junk.
“Good evening, ladies.”
“Why the need to make so much noise, West?”
“Right back at you. Do you make it your habit to yell at strangers in the road?”
“Maddie!”
“Well, he was doing it on purpose!” I point at him.
“Maybe…” If only I could wipe that permanent smirk off his face…
“Kids…” Miss Patty sighs and comes back to the computer on the usual table.
“Who in his perfect mind would give you a motorcycle?”
“That would be my dad. But don’t worry, it’s temporary. My birthday’s on the fifteenth, and then I will have my own, and it will benoisier.”
I groan.
The day passes by, and when we get out of the library, he reminds me, “Where’s my ice cream?”
“Your what now?” I question, hands on my hips.
